....being born this way with a head filled full of words,
and then next came the realization that my hands were created,
to give expression to the images that swirled around within,
while playing the part of verbal misfit,
until the day my morning opened up and I saw wood….
One ought to ask them-selves first of all, who-what-where-when and how do I fit in? Without asking these questions that same one will fall prey, to all the other’s coming along and across one’s path, till in the end one becomes a follower of other’s and having no-clear-cut idea of what life is all about.
Some of the saddest folks I have come across in my journey through this world, are those who at the end of their days….are just waiting to fade away. Waiting to fade away is a common error that has taken over today in much of our society, while medicine gives us longer life and not enough time to enjoy what is all-ready out there, free to as many as can find the time to savour the moment.
I have come to realize that it is better to blow-up or burn-out, then to fade away into the yearly reviews of what comes next. Which now brings me back to an earlier discussion I had with my-self one morning recently, while sitting in front of the wood stove. I was watching a piece of two year old oak gathering ignition temperatures before becoming a wood burning story. When I had chosen this log from the wood box, I had also noticed an-other piece of oak there also, which had sat for too long outside and was well on it’s way to being punky.
Punky, now there’s a good word for you to sink your teeth into….the wood may look good on the outside, but pierce the surface with a knife or swing a splitting maul down upon the wood and watch the wood give way—-give up—-as if waiting to just fade away. Two pieces of wood and oak at that….it’s just that in the elements of time, one is ready to burn till it burns out and the other, having too much time sitting around, is now punky and waiting to fade away. Yes, I will burn both pieces, but of the two oaks in the fire, which do you think will be most use-full in producing heat….the one waiting to fade away or that which is ready to burn-out?
And so we now move on to the subject of producing heat and the many ways of explaining that heat. Putting my hat of many colors on, I move out of mainstream heat producing into the arena’s of how many ways can one produce heat? First question here might be are you afraid of producing heat and what will you do when the heat you produce singes an-other to the point that they are intoxicated with your fire or repulsed to the point of moving away and screaming out? If you are an artist, then hope-fully you have all-ready moved through this stage of development and you understand that this is ‘the statement of your faith’.
Believe in your-self, be prepared to walk through your stages of development if need be by your-self and guard well the demon that so well drives you in-spite of what other’s may say. Now some I’m sure will say; “but I have no-demon driving me” and to those I would say; “just wait.” Folks will sometimes ask me why I write, to which I reply….”I cannot stop writing.” I wake up in the morning and my head is filled with words just scratching and itching to get out….so usually around the early hours I start to write words. I carry pencil and paper with me in my pockets throughout the day and so I am also ready to write. I come in at night and before going to bed I write more, giving the images in my head an avenue of escape onto paper. Writing to me is like cutting my finger on a sharp nail protruding from a piece of wood….the blood just flows and so I write.
Now add to this the demon of working wood and I now have finally found total and bliss-full satisfaction in the all of who I am. Just as I cannot stop writing words, so also I cannot stop working the image that is there before me in wood. Why just this morning, while downstairs earlier, I all-ready have been putting some coats of shellac on a box I’m finishing up. Sitting here now in my office, I’m surrounded by wood….some that is finished and waiting, while other’s are in various stages of being completed….and so I work wood. I cannot stop working the wood and so at the end of the day my pockets are also filled with various assorted pieces of wood that I have picked up from my doings and workings in the woods.
Well enough of this for now as I’ve got work to do around here….outside, so I had better be ready to ‘burn up’ some, so as to create heat for myself and stay warm….
....the expression of who I am is found out here, this is more then just a place to walk and pass the evening hours, but within these woods, my imagination runs free, laying the foundation of groundwork for inspiration that latter becomes the ‘why of how’ I work the wood….
....not waiting to fade away, this one gives expression of life to any who would learn….
....beauty is found within the expression that this one gives along with her many well tasting fruits….
....upon closer examination one can see that this one also provides a place of rest and home to any who would so need….
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/